New Ulm weekly review., 1887-10-19
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Now, my dear child, You are the.
5veriest tyro lever met. AS if I have
not the charmer peeping atus through.
the lace curtains at the centre win
dow this half hour past. Looking at
me, remember, not you, my boy"
By Jove!' starting up, GU don't
say so! Where?''
There! You've gone and done it
now! She's scuttled off like mouse.
That comes Of wearing an eye-glass
you can't see. !"
q can see that you have arranged
this plot very nicely for yourself, my
dear Pollux. am to fall in and be
the dufer that gets drowned, while
you are to be the hero, the brave
!preseryer, and so forth-no, thank
you.
"But think Of the pity a corpse ex-
cites, and the brandy and water, and
that blue-eyed charmer putting hot
stockings-her own, perhs ps-full of
salt to your poor feet"
\ "Ay, my good Pollux, and of your
whispering into her ears all the time.
No, the sorra a bit Of me will be the
corpse. You may, if you like"
''Well as you say yourself, it is bet
ter than nothing I'll be the damp,
moist, unpleasant body, but it's no
use to-day. There's a f1utter in the
dovecote, and we may just as we'll go
home to lunch" which they did.
The next day was Sunday, and
there was only early church parade.
The two young officers strolled down
to the cottage by the sea, and having
taken up their positions at the.e Of
the pier, began to smoke as usual.
The bells were ringing for church and
the morning was q fine one in the
merry month OF May. Presently they
say solemn procession issuing from
the green gate headed by Mr.. Landon,
who, in figure and features, was re-
.markably like Mr.. Hablot Brownies
pictures Of Mr.. Dombey in the novel
OF that name. Mr.. Landon, Miss
Wizard, two maid servants, a coach
man, a page, and John, the footman,
with two outdoor servants, formed
the cortege. They all carried large
prayer books, and were in their go-to-
meeting raiment. Miss Lily was not
there-nor the poodle. Miss Landon
had developed quite a fondness for
the seH OF late, and was never tired of
watching its varying moods--so like
those of a woman-from her window.
Il say" said Pollux, when the pro-
cession had gone past some time,
''there she is behind the edrawing-room
curtain. Fortune favors us; the
house is empty; now is the time for
our little comedy!" So saying he walk
ed to the very edge and looked into
the sea. "But look here, chappie! 1t
would never do for you to save me,
for you would not have the nous to
carry the farce through. Come, no
hesitation; in you CO." And suiting
the action to the word, he sent Mr..
Castor with souse into the water.
Miss I,andon saw it all from the win
dow, and SO did the poodle. The lat
ter barked disapprobation Of the
whole proceeding, but his mistress
trembled with fear and excitement.
"Good gracious!" she said to her
self. "Are those two handsome young
officers quarreling about me, and will
there be murder? Oh, my! No! See,
one OF them throws off his coat and
dashes his hat on the ground!
He plunges into the boiling
waves to save his drowning
friend. The waters close over them!
Brave man! Oh, dear, I can't stand
this! Cook! Cook! Come here, run, run
directly
The cook, a fat Irish woman, with q
red face and reddish hair, came puff.
ing and blowing to the foot OF the
stairs.
"Oh, cook! run quick and save them
Two officers! Drowning there at the
pier. Oh, run, run quick, cook, please"
is it sogers, they? Bedad, thin,
the divil a fear of them. Sure, indeed,
'l was coorted by a sergeant meself,
aud, sez he, sez he"
But Miss Landon could not wait to
hear honest Bridget's "reminiscences.
She sped out OF he house and down
to the pier, the poodle barking furi-
ously in front, and Bridget putting like
a female locom olive in the rear.
They reached the beach just in time
to meet the two dripping officers com
ing out of the water. If Miss Landon
had not been so. excited she might
have Thought it singular that the
drowned man was riding on the 9th
er's back, and that, though his eyes
were shut, he seemed to cling vigorous
ly to his friends neck.
But heneither no ticed this nor any
thing else, in her efforts to emulate
Grace Darling on that coast.
ooh! Isaw you fall into the water.
| am so glad" she stammered incon.
sistently. How brave Of you; but
will he die?"
Pollux shook his head meaningly
like Lord Bacon in the play
1T all depends on the pro mp ptness Of
the measures. II we could only put
him to bed at once now
sOh, bring him into the house. My
name is Lily-Miss Brandon, you
know-and I'm sure pa will not be
angry when it is a matter OF life and
DEATH"